I believe so, though not straight. I can’t state much about anxiety attack and all of that as I’m not a doctor. However I can inform you about a way I believe anxiety can eliminate people cause I’ve been through it: suicide.
Check Out if you’re interested enough, I’m sorry if it’s dull, but here’s my story and what led me to that conclusion:
I have actually been bullied a lot in middle school and most of it wasn’t physical violence, so although I see it as a 4 years long headache, it wound up. High school was way better for me and I actually believed I was over harassment and all that, even though I continued being sort of isolated and afraid.
I was always actually nervous but in high school, it was more about social stress and anxiety (due to my background, certainly). I was extremely shy and I could stress very quickly for absolutely nothing, however as I had excellent grades and 2 terrific buddies, it was “ok”. My anxiety wasn’t eating me alive.
But then, I got in university (I’m a law student) and things changed. My anxiety grew, quietly however certainly, month after month. For the first time ever, I had to be stressed out about work (I utilized to have great grades without any efforts, which isn’t really possible any longer at university).
I had it under control up until one day (and what I’m about to say might sound very dumb to you, however eh, it’s the reality): when David Bowie died. He was (and still is) my idol and it activated everything. It wasn’t instant, oddly enough, I was extremely unfortunate when it occurred however handled to have a fantastic summertime and kept my grades up.
I only totally lost control around September. That’s when my stress and anxiety took control of. I ended up being depressed, irritable and very aggressive towards my mother: I fidgeted each time we remained in the same room and I hated her for no factor (I calmly hated everyone, you know, like that guy in The catcher in the Rye). I could not work any longer because I continued fretting about the fact that I required to work more. I was stuck. My grades decreased along with my mood. I felt bad all the time, even with my friends, though I did everything to make them think I was alright. It worked, practically nobody discovered how anxious I was (few individuals did, a few of those extraordinarily sensitive ones, I think).
I was sobbing and panicking at the exact same time alone in my bed during the night, in silence so that my mum wouldn’t observe. I was waking up in the middle of the night, considering death. I was investing all my time on my phone cause any other activity was too tiring (I stopped checking out, I wouldn’t head out and thought “that’s okay I’m an introvert”).
I reached the worst back in January. It was the anniversary of the death of my idol (the one who made me think alienation was alright), it was the time of my tests, which I believed I had actually stopped working. One day, driving house from university, I wept all the method home and believed “If there isn’t anybody near the cliff, I’m leaping” (there’s a cliff near my home). And I was determined, I wanted it to end, and I’m telling you, it wasn’t anxiety, it was anxiety. My heart was pounding in my chest and my ideas wouldn’t leave me alone. Enough, there were lots of people near the cliff on that day and as I have social stress and anxiety, I was too afraid to stop the cars and truck. I kept on believing about that cliff. A couple of days after that, I attempted to hang myself, I looked at the belt for one hour and a half without moving (literally), just internally panicking. I did put it around my neck a few times but as I began choking (I didn’t jump or anything), I got frightened by the idea of death and stopped on time.
I kept on thinking about death and it was only me, myself and I. Often I ‘d make suicide jokes with my good friends and they were believing, certainly, that it was a joke. How I wanted somebody would have taken it seriously.
Then my mum, who didn’t understand everything however surely understood something was going on, told me “you have actually got to select, to eliminate or quit, to live or pass away”. I decided to live. I went to a psychiatrist, thinking “whatever, absolutely nothing to loose”. God that was the best choice. She right away informed me about anxiety (I knew what it was however whatever was so fuzzy in my head), she put in the time to inform my about the symptoms and informed me that although I was going through as depressive phase, the important things with me was anxiety.
She gave me medications, which I was terrified about, we talked, and now everything has changed. I’m afraid of the medications, I fear that I might go back to my previous state and that it’s simply a short-lived release but I don’t think so. It’s not even strong, what she gave me, it’s just things against stress and anxiety. I’m no zombie like I believed I could end up being. It’s a true blessing.
As seen from now, I think that the death of my idol the stress of university triggered something that had been inside me considering that middle school, something I believed was long gone. I feel awfully better now and hopefully this is the end of the story.
All of that to state, I’m 100%sure that anxiety can eliminate you. You can make a spontaneous choice, simply as soon as, since you can’t take it anymore. Anxiety resembles a little demon inside you, I won’t leave you alone and it comes back when you’re alone or do not expect it.